I'll hand over the system soon.

Seeing that the old man gradually calmed down, Sancho pushed the food box in front of him again, took out his chopsticks and took a chopstick to eat.

"Look, I ate all this food myself, and your food has been spilled. Do you really not want my compensation?"

The old man seemed to have been hungry for a long time. After making sure that Sancho was not a threat, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and rushed forward. He grabbed the food in the food box and started stuffing it into his mouth.

He didn't use chopsticks, and his dark hands stained the snow-white rice with dirty colors, but he didn't seem to see it and just ate it.

Sancho picked up the soup in the food box and waited to hand it to the old man at any time.

Sure enough, the old man choked on his food. When he saw the soup in Sancho's hand, he flinched for a moment, then tentatively stretched out his hand.

Sancho waited patiently for him to take the soup bowl, watching him swallow it in big gulps, the soup dripping down the corners of his mouth, and he looked miserable.

After waiting quietly for the old man to finish, Sancho finally asked, "Old man, can I ask you where this is? Where are the other people in the village?"

After eating, the old man was no longer so afraid of Sancho. Hearing Sancho's question, he said tremblingly: "This is Ping An Village, and I am the last person in the village."

"As for the others..." Looking at the window, the old man said sadly: "They all ran away and fled to the south."

Sancho frowned and fled south again?

"My legs and feet are weak, so I won't be a drag on them. I'll just wait here to die." As he said this, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes.

Sancho had something to ask the old man, and the old man actually had something to ask her.

Wiping away his tears, the old man looked at her curiously: "Aren't you gods?"

Sancho shook his head, "No, we are just monks."

As soon as the word "monk" came out, the old man became frightened again, but he did not retreat. "Isn't a monk a god?"

He felt that this little god was teasing him. Those gods usually liked to call themselves monks, but they asked mortals like them to call them gods.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I really won't hurt you. Can you tell me why you are so afraid of gods?"

Immortal or monk are just titles. It doesn’t matter how the old man calls him. The point is that this old man seems to be extremely afraid of immortals. Why should he be afraid of immortals?

Normally speaking, what they should be afraid of is the demons.

"I...I'm not afraid of you. Don't be angry with me, little old man." The old man suddenly apologized tremblingly.

Sancho ignored that the old man's clothes were so dirty that the color could not be seen, and he gently ran his palms along the old man's back to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I'm really not the god you call me. I'm just an ordinary person born in a remote mountain village. My parents died in a fight between two monks the year before last. Now I'm an orphan."

I don't know whether it was Sancho's comfort that worked, or whether her life experience won the old man's trust. The old man became much bolder and asked her uncertainly: "Are you really an orphan? Did your parents really die in a competition between monks?"

Sancho nodded, "Why are you lying to me? If my parents hadn't fought to save me, I would have died with them."

The old man was no longer afraid now. He thumped the ground and said bitterly: "Why are these evil-doing gods unwilling to let us mortals go!"

The old man's tone almost overflowed with resentment, and Sancho was stunned for a moment by this deep-seated hatred.

After speaking, the old man looked at Sancho again, grabbed her hand tightly and asked her: "Since your parents died in the hands of those gods, how come you yourself have become gods? Have you forgotten how your parents died?" Are you dead?"

Sancho didn't break away, and just replied: "I want to avenge my parents, but as a mortal I will definitely not be able to defeat those two monks, so I want to become a monk myself, and when I am successful in my cultivation, I can go I took revenge on them."

She is not lying. She signed up for the Xuantian Sword Sect and became a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. One of the reasons was to light up the achievements arranged by the system. Another reason was to avenge the original owner's parents and relatives.

The old man didn't know whether to believe Sancho's words, so he just asked her: "Then did you take revenge?"

Sancho: "Not yet. My spiritual talent is not good. I have been practicing for a year. I only reached the foundation level a few days ago and I can't beat those two monks."

Sancho's cultivation shocked the old man, and at the same time won him more trust. He sympathized: "Then your spiritual talent is not very good. It took you a year of practice to build your foundation."

Sancho: "..."

Is it okay to be sympathized with by an old man who has difficulty moving and can hardly eat?

Compared to her, this old man obviously needs sympathy more!

"By the way, old man, do you know about demons?"

The old man's eyes widened a little, "How remote is the mountain village where you were born? Why don't even the demons know?"

Sancho's mouth twitched, OK, she is ignorant and guilty.

Fortunately, the old man was only surprised for a moment. After the surprise, he explained to her: "Actually, I don't know what the demons are, but I heard that the demons appeared suddenly. As soon as they appeared, they got into a fight with the gods. Now, We have been fighting for hundreds of years, and the gods we fought are losing ground!"

The old man's attitude towards the demons was actually much better than that of the gods in his mouth, and he was quite gloating about the fact that the gods were defeated by the demons.

"You are afraid of gods but not demons?" Sancho was surprised. Could it be that demons are not a race that does all kinds of evil?

"Why am I afraid of demons? Those demons will not come to our mortal village for no reason and kill us mortals."

Sancho: "If the demons can't do it, can the gods do it?"

Isn't it? The gods went to the mortal villages for no reason and started killing people, but the demons did not touch the mortal villages. Are the gods and demons at odds with each other?

The old man became unhappy, "Your parents were killed by those gods, why do you still speak for those gods?"

"Yes, those gods will not go to the villages of mortals to kill, but they have never paid attention to us mortals! When they fight, they don't care about the life and death of us mortals, just like your parents, because How many mortals died in their fights!"

As he spoke, the old man burst into tears, "My son was affected by the aftermath of the fight between a group of monks. He died without a complete body. He died without a complete body!"

The old man beat his chest, feeling extremely pained and filled with hatred.

And along with his hatred, strands of black energy surged out of his body and seeped into the ground, but Sancho was completely unaware of the surging black energy.

"Then why do the people in your village go south?" After the old man stopped feeling sad, Sancho continued to ask.

The old man probably really thought that Sancho was a child from a remote mountain village, and he was not surprised by her doubts. He also resonated with the fact that her parents died in the monks' competition, and was interested in her questions. They all answered patiently.

The last update is here. I said I'm living every day, but not a drop is gone. Why don't you praise me and reward me? ! (*｀*)人(*｀*)